Collette's Property

"Is everything set for tonight?" I know a fetish party means lots of extra work for our maid/slave.

"It's not complete, Master, but it's all on schedule." She smiles proudly at me.

"Well, then you have some time. Come, let's sit and talk. I have some questions I want to ask you." Picking up my mug of ale, I head for the leather sofa where I sit.

Mandy follows, but she refrains from sitting opting to get to her knees on the carpet in front of me. There is a worried look on her face and it reminds me she always seems nervous when I speak to her privately without Collette here.

In an attempt to lessen the barrier between us, I pat the leather sofa beside me. "Won't you sit up here, beside me? I want you to." I don't want to command her to sit beside me as I'd rather she want to do it.

Mandy obeys, but she clearly seems uncomfortable.

"How long have you been Collette's slave, Mandy? I've heard Collette's story, but I've always wanted to ask your story of how that came to be." Strange as it may seem, I had simply accepted Collette's version of how Mandy became her slave.

Immediately Mandy looked stressed. "Ahhh . . . well Mistress must have covered it I'm sure. Nothing more to tell." Mandy was more than a little nervous and I was puzzled about why.

"Ah, but of course there is. What were your feelings, your motivations? Those are things Collette can't know." I was still hoping to gain some insight on how the two most important women in my life met. Collette had told me the initial meeting came at a bondage club, but she had not given many details.

Mandy's big gray eyes looked at me pleadingly. "I am a slave. I am here to serve Mistress and you. I should not speak of my feelings because they are of no importance." She paused and then slipped off the sofa to the carpeted floor with her head down. "Please, Master Robert, don't make me say more. No good will come of it."